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WINDSOR-FOREST.

To the Right Honourable GEORGE Lord LANSDOWN.

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HY forefts, Windfor! and thy green retreats,

At once theMonarch's and theMufe's feats, Invite my lays. Be prefent fylvan maids! Unlock your fprings, and open all your fhades. Granville commands; your aid O Mufes bring! What Mufe for Granville can refufe to fing?

The groves of Eden, vanish'd now fo long, Live in description, and look green in fong: Thefe, were my breaft infpir'd with equal flame, Like them in beauty, fhould be like in fame. Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water feem to ftrive again,

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Not

Not Chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmonioufly confus'd:
Where order in variety we fee,

And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a checquer'd scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As fome coy nymph her lover's warm address
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite reprefs.
There, interfpers'd in lawns and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each others fhades.
Here in full light the ruffet plains extend;
There wrapt in clouds the blueish hills afcend:
Ev'n the wild heath difplays her purple dyes,
And 'midst the defert fruitful fields arise,
That crown'd with tufted trees and fpringing corn,
Like verdant ifles the fable wafte adorn.

Let India boaft her plants, nor envy we
The weeping amber or the balmy tree,
While by our oaks the precious loads are born,
And realms commanded which thofe trees adorn.
Not proud Olympus yields a nobler fight,

Tho' Gods affembled grace his tow'ring height,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
Where, in their bleffings, all thofe Gods appear.

See

See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamell'd ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving profpect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand,
Rich induftry fits finiling on the plains,
And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.
Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,
A dreary defert and a gloomy waste,
To favage beafts and * favage laws a prey,
And Kings more furious and fevere than they:
Who claim'd the fkies, difpeopled air and floods,
The lonely Lords of empty wilds and woods.
Cities laid wafte, they ftorm'd the dens and caves,
(For wifer brutes were backward to be flaves.)
What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd
And ev'n the elements a tyrant fway'd?
In vain kind feafons fwell'd the teeming grain,
Soft fhow'rs diftill'd, and funs grew warm in vain ;
The fwain with tears to beafts his labour yields,
And famifh'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields.
No wonder favages or fubjects flain-
Were equal crimes in a defpotic reign,

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Both doom'd alike for fportive tyrants bled,
But fubjects ftarv'd while favages were fed.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name,
And makes his trembling flaves the royal game.
The fields are ravish'd from th' induftrious fwains,
From men their cities, and from Gods their fanes:
The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar;
Round broken columns clafping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind;
The fox obfcene to gaping tombs retires,
And wolves with howling fill the facred quires.
Aw'd by his Nobles, by his Commons curft,
Th' oppreffor rul'd tyrannick where he durft,
Stretch'd o'er the Poor, and Church, his iron rad,
And treats alike his vaffals and his God.
Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dana,
The wanton victims of his fport remain.
But fee the man who fpacious regions gave

A wafte for beafts, himself deny'd a grave!

↑ Alluding to the new foreft, and the tyrannies exercis'd there by William I.

Stretch'd

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